Page 141 of Hold On

He pulled Dominic over to the couch, pushed him onto his back with his legs up, then climbed on top of him.

Ren squirted lube on his fingers, pressed one into Dominic and pulled it out. “You’re done.”

Dominic growled. “Don’t you dare.”

But a few moments later, after a little more prep, Ren was pushing his cock into him and Dominic was gasping.

“Okay?” Ren managed.

“Yeah.” Dominic tugged him down so their lips met.

Ren lost himself in Dominic’s kiss, in the clutch of his body, in the feel of those strong hands gripping his arse, thumbs tracing patterns at the same time.Thiswas everything. Dominic’s lips, his heat, his strength, his touch. He was the most determined guy Ren had ever met. Everything he’d gone through would have broken most men and Dominic was just…fucking perfect.

When Ren began to move, slowly driving himself into that slick heat, he caught hold of Dominic’s cock with his lubed fingers and fisted him in time with his thrusts. Smooth and gentle.

“Ahhhh,” Dominic gasped. “Remember the cakes. You need to go your normal lightspeed.”

“Oh yeah. See if we can beat the buzzer.”

Ren fucked him harder, drove into him long and deep, striking that perfect place every time. Then switched to circling his hips, making his cock dance and twist. He drove in hard, slid in slow, plunged in fast until his balls ached with need.

“Ren!” Dominic arched and cried out as he came, come spurting between them over Ren’s hand and Dominic’s stomach. One more thrust and Ren came too, a wave of white-hot ecstasy sweeping over him as he emptied himself inside the man he loved.

“That was so good,” Dominic whispered.

“I know. I’m very talented.”

Ren collapsed on him, twitches of pleasures still rippling through his body as Dominic pinched his backside.

The buzzer on the oven went off and Ren groaned. He grabbed a box of tissues, several handily placed all over the flat, dragged a couple out, threw the box to Domnic, then wiped himself off. After detouring to the sink to wash his hands, he headed for the oven.

“Wow,” Ren said as he opened the oven door.

“Good wow or bad wow?” Dominic called.

“Good.”

Ren took the cakes out, switched off the oven and lifted the tins onto a cooling rack. His mum had told him not to try and take them out too soon.

“Shower?” Dominic called.

“There in a minute.”

For the last hour, Dominic had been banned from looking at what Ren was doing in the kitchen—goodness knows what could take so long—so he occupied himself with the book he was writing. An autobiography really, though he doubted he’d ever do anything with it. Ren hadn’t read it and Dominic wasn’t sure he’d ever want him to. Writing it all down was more to empty his mind, to set down his version of what had happened on one of the worst nights of his life, and put distance between then and now. Sixty thousand words so far and he was almost at the point where he was released. The happy bit was still to come.

“Ready!” Ren called.

Dominic closed his laptop and headed for the kitchen. The cake sat on the work surface, in the middle of another snowstorm. It seemed icing sugar had the same properties as flour. But the cake… Oh God, the cake. It was a lopsided double tiered…thing…covered in icing that was such a lurid green that it almost hurt to look at it. He guessed that Ren had interpreted a drop of colouring as a tablespoonful. Or maybe the whole bottle. On top of the cake was a plastic tree and at the side of the tree, up to his knees in icing, was a guy in a motorbike helmet with a bike next to him. Lying flat on his back at his feet, was a dark-haired guy.Ohhh.

He wrapped his arms around Ren. “It’s lovely.”

“You’d forgotten it’s a year since we met.”

“I hadn’t.”

Ren squirmed round to look at him. “Where’s my cake then?”

“I went for something different. I love this though.”

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